When the atumn leaves have fallen.

You cast a perfect shadow on the paper,
fade away with sunlight.
Fear the way you know me,
love can leave a stain.

You steal my only hope
and make me stay awake another night.
I wish you bare with me, stay near me
when the atumn leaves have fallen.
Solitude, my pain, the last thing left of me.


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Postat av: Michael James

Damn, you're good!

2008-01-27 @ 17:08:28

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